It's not his company that Castiel despises, he hardly knows this creature, after all, cannot get an entirely accurate read on him, but prisoners are not generally wont to be fond of their captors, and Castiel surely is no different. His father's treatment alone is grounds for his aggravation, and Castiel worries still for his safety, cannot know whether or not he has gotten home, if he's still sick, how he is doing..
Of course, he's not about to explain all of that. He doesn't feel the need to explain anything, really.
"I was hungry," Castiel says, coolly, lifting his eyes to at last look upon his captor in the daylight, to take in his shape and visage, and all of the sharpness and shaggy fur. He looks a monster, for sure, broad and strong and dangerous, but he walks like a man, speaks like a man, and for all his blinding fury he still boasts an intelligence, a sentience beyond that of an animal.
Castiel is curious, but he does not seem to be afraid; at least, he does not shrink away in any way, only looks over this creature's face with a quiet sort of inquisitiveness, though his distance remains. "So I'm eating."
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Date: 14 Jun 2016 14:45 (UTC)Of course, he's not about to explain all of that. He doesn't feel the need to explain anything, really.
"I was hungry," Castiel says, coolly, lifting his eyes to at last look upon his captor in the daylight, to take in his shape and visage, and all of the sharpness and shaggy fur. He looks a monster, for sure, broad and strong and dangerous, but he walks like a man, speaks like a man, and for all his blinding fury he still boasts an intelligence, a sentience beyond that of an animal.
Castiel is curious, but he does not seem to be afraid; at least, he does not shrink away in any way, only looks over this creature's face with a quiet sort of inquisitiveness, though his distance remains. "So I'm eating."